Yayo
Future Lyrics


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All my niggas selling yayo
That bitch won't move till I say so
We getting to them peso's
We stacking taller than some Lego's
And we living like cowabunga
Keep designer frames over my eyes
I spent a half a mil on my ride
I'm one hell of a fly guy

Niggas kingpins let them tell it
Smoking on that O.G
From a hundred blocks you can smell it
Bank accounts on steroids
Cars like a dealership
Diddy on that global phone talk hundred million dollar shit
100 shells and that cherry top where it came from
The murder block with coke boys
And I heard about them turn them out?
Shawty pop her pussy then she pop a pill
Had a million cash before I signed a deal
My eyes blurry in that clear port
We making movies nigga grab a chair for it
Top down when that car move
My Versace robe and my house shoes
One night hundred thousand moving
Fucking with Loc's and them Pirus

All my niggas selling yayo
That bitch won't move till I say so
We getting to them peso's
We stacking taller than some Lego's
And we living like cowabunga
Keep designer frames over my eyes
I spent a half a mil on my ride
I'm one hell of a fly guy

Pull up on em'
Looking like a shark up out of water
Work up out that drive thru
Hello, can I take your order
Hay ships all across the sea, them stones around the border
People honest they could smell the cocaina odour
Slippin' on it, trapeze
Ball until I got bad knees
She suck until she catch strep throat
Dick going deep, catch ho
I was off in that chopper
Break em off, yea I gots ta
Fuck niggas imposters send my goons up in su casa
5-4 we some hustlers, bunch of pigs don't fly straight
My bezzle be so frozen, that bitch gon' make time wait
Got four bitches rolling, they look like in line skates
So if I'm broke broke I go Bruh-Man
I'm creeping through your fire escape

All my niggas selling yayo
That bitch won't move till I say so
We getting to them peso's
We stacking taller than some Lego's
And we living like cowabunga
Keep designer frames over my eyes




I spent a half a mil on my ride
I'm one hell of a fly guy

Overall Meaning

In Future's song Yayo, he talks about selling cocaine and accumulating wealth. The chorus says, "All my niggas selling yayo. That bitch won't move till I say so. We getting to them pesos. We stacking taller than some Legos. And we living like cowabunga." Future speaks about succeeding in drug trafficking and controlling the business. He calls himself a "fly guy" and shows off his luxury lifestyle. The line, "Bank accounts on steroids, cars like a dealership," implies that he has a lot of money saved and has an abundance of cars.


The second verse includes the line, "People honest they could smell the cocaina odour." This refers to the strong smell that cocaine gives off and how anyone close enough to it can recognize it. Future also talks about his intimate life and how he and his partner perform sexually. He mentions his "bezel" being so "frozen" that "bitch gon' make time wait," possibly referring to a diamond-encrusted watch, and claims that he has "four bitches rolling" like "in line skates."


Overall, Yayo glorifies drug dealing and its profits, with Future proudly calling himself a kingpin. The song is a reflection of the harsh realities of street life and the power and wealth that comes with it.


Line by Line Meaning

All my niggas selling yayo
All of my associates are involved in the business of selling drugs


That bitch won't move till I say so
No drug product is sold until I approve of it


We getting to them peso's
We are making a lot of money from this illegal business


We stacking taller than some Lego's
We are accumulating wealth at an unusual rate


And we living like cowabunga
We are living life to the fullest with no regrets or shame


Keep designer frames over my eyes
I constantly wear designer glasses as a symbol of my wealth and status


I spent a half a mil on my ride
I spent half a million dollars on my car


I'm one hell of a fly guy
I am very stylish and fashionable


Niggas kingpins let them tell it
People who sell drugs think they are in charge and feel superior


Smoking on that O.G
I am smoking a high-quality strain of marijuana


From a hundred blocks you can smell it
The smell of our drugs can be detected from a far distance


Bank accounts on steroids
Our bank accounts have a lot of money in them


Cars like a dealership
We have numerous cars, similar to how car dealerships have many cars in their inventory


Diddy on that global phone talk hundred million dollar shit
I am speaking on the phone with someone important, discussing topics relating to making a lot of money


100 shells and that cherry top where it came from
Pistols with 100 bullets and a red indicator showing the chamber is loaded


The murder block with coke boys
The area where we are involved in drug dealing and crimes


And I heard about them turn them out?
I have heard rumors about someone turning in associates to the police


Shawty pop her pussy then she pop a pill
A woman who is sexually promiscuous and enjoys taking drugs


Had a million cash before I signed a deal
I made a significant amount of money before being signed to a music record label


My eyes blurry in that clear port
I am under the influence of drugs and my vision is hazy


We making movies nigga grab a chair for it
We are achieving a lot of success and making a big impression, so sit back and watch it happen


Top down when that car move
We drive around with the top down on our car


My Versace robe and my house shoes
I am dressed in a luxurious Versace robe and comfortable house shoes


One night hundred thousand moving
We can make a lot of money in just one night


Fucking with Loc's and them Pirus
Hanging out and associating with members of the local gang 'Locs' and 'Pirus'


Pull up on em'
Drive up to someone or somewhere quickly


Looking like a shark up out of water
I stand out and appear intimidating


Work up out that drive thru
I used to work at a fast food drive-thru before making money illegally


Hello, can I take your order
A phrase commonly used by fast food employees when taking orders through the drive-thru window


Hay ships all across the sea, them stones around the border
There are drugs being transported across the ocean and hidden around the border


People honest they could smell the cocaina odour
Even honest people can detect the strong odor of cocaine


Slippin' on it, trapeze
I am moving around and handling drugs with ease, as if performing circus-like acrobatics


Ball until I got bad knees
I will keep hustling and making money until it physically becomes too difficult or painful


She suck until she catch strep throat
A woman will perform oral sex until she gets an infection in her throat


Dick going deep, catch ho
I can have sex for a long time and attract many women


I was off in that chopper
I was in a helicopter, likely transporting drugs


Break em off, yea I gots ta
I will violently handle anyone who gets in my way or crosses me


Fuck niggas imposters send my goons up in su casa
I will send my associates to deal with fake gang members who are trying to pose and act tough


5-4 we some hustlers, bunch of pigs don't fly straight
I am part of a group of individuals who are very good at making money through illegitimate means, while the police are not effective at stopping us


My bezzle be so frozen, that bitch gon' make time wait
My watch is so expensive and flashy that it catches people's attention and makes them pause to look at it


Got four bitches rolling, they look like in line skates
I am with four attractive women who are walking in a straight line behind me, resembling a group of roller skaters


So if I'm broke broke I go Bruh-Man
If I am ever broke, I will go to my friend named Bruh-Man for help or assistance


I'm creeping through your fire escape
I am sneaking into your home through the fire escape, potentially to commit a crime or steal something




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Karim Kharbouch, Lionel Pickens

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